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I am afraid to say that my reasons for staying here and leaving in far the less are simply due to so many of the times I found myself out, about when I returned no matter how much I had escaped, had my fun, my joys, back here I would be greeted with some manner of disappointment, revelation I did not want to hear, when I was planning to enjoy the spoils of what I had returned with.
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Why do people always say that what is on the inside that counts? When a pretty face is worth the price of entry and that’s what everybody just sees first, don’t call a puddle deep because it’s just not most of the time. Whats of the inside that counts? Society runs contradictory to such things…did you not know that?
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Why do people always say that what is on the inside that counts? When a pretty face is worth the price of entry and that’s what everybody just sees first, don’t call a puddle deep because it’s just not most of the time. Whats of the inside that counts? Society runs contradictory to such things…did you not know that?
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Keeping my Wife, at a Cost! (wimphub)
Keeping my Wife, at a Cost! Everything was great until I went to a school reunion a little while ago. I had a beautiful wife of a year, Jenny, who I am crazy about, and I was very happy. I had not wanted to go to the reunion, as there were people there that I really did not want to see again. Jenny had insisted we go, as she was interested in seeing people I used to be at school with, and Jenny always gets her own way with me. Anyway, we went along, and it was not long before I saw Dan, a guy I most wanted to avoid. He was always a lot bigger than me, and made my life a misery at school. I was often beaten up by him, he used to steal and fuck all my girlfriends, as he was so well endowed and much better looking than me. I also shuddered when I thought about how his two sisters used to abuse me as well. I managed to keep away from Dan for most of the evening, until I had to wait some time to get a drink for Jenny and I. As I waited, I saw him introduce himself to my wife and start
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Kickboxing K.O's - Chapter 3
Chapter Three: vs. Ballerina Disclaimer: The main protagonist Presley's gender and appearance were purposely left anonymous so you as the reader can use their imagination to fill in those blanks. It was time for the next match. I didn’t know who I was up against, but I din’t care either, since I could confidently beat them to a pulp, just like my previous victims. After the announcer announced my name, followed by the usual booing from the crowd, I was walking towards the boxing ring. Just as I was about to enter the ring, the coach came up to me. “Hey, Presley. I have something urgent to tell you. It’s about the girl.” she said worriedly. “What girl? Ohhh, the one who ran away crying! Who cares about her?!” I grumbled dismissively. “You should care! This is important! You see she’s actually-” the coach started, before being abruptly interrupted. By me of course. “Nothing can be more important than my match. Just save this topic for later.” I said carelessly before
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Dreams, Pain, and Weight Gain (BBW Story)
Warning: This story contains scenes of domestic abuse which I obviously don't condone. Don't worry the abuser does get punished for his heinous crimes. I had instantly fallen for Stacey. It only took one look. She captured my soul during that seemingly pointless day as a senior in high school. I was now starting my second semester of college ,and I still couldn't forget about her. I loved almost everything about her. Her baby blue eyes, her small nose, her long blonde hair, her slightly tanned skin-tone, and most importantly, her smile. Her smile was both warm and loving. Her smile made me feel safe; it made me feel like everything was going to be OK. Whenever I talked to her, I honestly felt special. I almost believed that she had to have put a spell on me. There were only two things that I disliked about her; I absolutely despised her figure and her boyfriend. I had always known that I liked bigger girls, and Stacey was the definition of petite, except for her slightly thick thighs
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